Chapter 4

As I discern, I'm currently I the sixth floor, but my ears can hear the screams, gunshots, and scratchy voices of the walking dead due to my improved hearing.

Inside of me felt elation to experience real-life zombie apocalypse. Is this because my girls in my previous world and I always talked about the zombie apocalypse happening?

I opened my inventory and saw checkered boxes that let me put items despite its size. Though I don't know if I can put cars or planes, I'm sure a motorcycle will.

Grabbing Ebony and Ivory from my holster, I then approached the door, but before going out, I closed my eyes and focused everything in my hearing.

I know that I'm strong in this world standard, but that doesn't mean there are no entities that will put much of a fight to me. A single scratch will turn me if I'm not careful but with my support skill? That will be impossible to happen.

"It seems like the outbreak just started a few minutes ago..."

I thought if it because the zombies did not even reach the second floor yet, and some people managed to cover the stairway towards the upper floors.

I exhaled deeply then grab the doorknob, but unexpectedly, something appeared, similar to the transparent screen in that mysterious world.

[A reminder from the beautiful me that there are at least 14 maidens you have to save, and about recognizing them, you don't have to worry about.

Though, if you don't like someone, it's fine. But the maidens of this world will give you a vast amount of points, so good luck.]

It seems like she's a girl if the way she introduced herself is like that. And is she forcing me to make mown harem? Surely there are no male maidens? Right?

I sighed, every point counts, so maybe just becoming friends with them will give me points? I know she already asked permission with my girls through there dreams, but...

[They Agreed, all they want is for you to return in your original world quickly.]

"Well, thank you so much, dear miss..." I awkwardly smiled, then opened my door. The moment I step foot of the red carpet, people looked at me for a few seconds before they looked shocked. The girls were, blushing?

"Do I look different?" I whispered and resumed walking downwards on the first floor. I didn't care how they stared at me.

"Hey! What are you doing? It's dangerous below!"

A man seems to be in his late thirties called me out. I turned my head and looked at him, raising my hand while placing my index at my lips to silence him.

I have my fair share of zombie games, but I don't know what type they are, but I think they can't run. But better silence him because it may be the only way for them to survive. Save them? I'm not a saint. My main goal is to look for the maidens and then gather survivors for more points.

"Please be quiet. We don't know if those freaks have sensitive hearing." I said casually.

The man immediately covered his mouth with both of his hands. I scanned every person here and spoke.

"If you survive for at least three to four days or even a week, I will return and save you all, but I still have something to do."

They only nodded their head. Maybe they believe me because of how my body is. I look like a man that is capable of doing everything with my physique.

"Good luck, young man." The Oldman said.

I nodded and answered. "Be safe too. I mean, all of you."

Chairs and tables were blocking the fourth-floor staircase, so I leaped from the railing towards the third-floor.

People did the same thing, and I told them to survive for at least a week then proceed to the second floor.

I don't know where my destination will bring me, but I should roam around in this city for a while and familiarize it.

"Ahhh!"

`Bang!`

The moment I exited the hotel, sirens and gunshots started to change the silent air from before. I see at least three zombies for now and raised Ebony.

Ebony and Ivory are my trademark pair of personally customized, semi-automatic pistols, designed to fire bullets instilled with the power inside me rapidly.

The right-handed white gun, Ivory, was custom built for rapid firing and fast draw times, while the left-handed black gun, Ebony, has been modified for long-distance targeting and comfort.

Zombies were trying to destroy a car mirror with a survivor trying to scream for help with his family, a wife and a son. Understandably, the husband can't do anything because he looks overweight and a delicious meal for the zombies...

`Bang!`

I pulled the trigger, firing three times with an accuracy that put professionals in shame. All their heads were blasted as if they weren't there.

I opened the car door and told them as calmly as possible. "Go up to the fourth floor of the hotel and bring the food you shopped with you."

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